a tale of olde . . of love & magic

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with no notion

not the smallest inkling . . .

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she wended her way into the birthday merriment

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not knowing that quiet magic was in the evening air

that those fates had already woven their precious spells

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It happened on this night of starry nights not so many years ago.

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a magical fairytale of olde, full of unsought beginnings,

undreamed of happiness, a perfect moment of rightness.

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just as the story says, it was love at first sight

so very unbidden, so very right

so she met her Sir Owen

her mighty oak

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(to think i so very nearly stayed at home x )